Christoph said, "Wenn es nicht für den Akzent wäre, würde keiner merken, dass du keine echte Deutscherin bist. Aber er hört sich sehr cool an." And then he kissed me ( Read more... )

It's over. A year brimming with laughter and tears, trial and error, love and hate: it remains only in our memories ( Read more... )

Last day of school---of course it was sad, but I am actually itching to speak English again. And take a bubble bath. And eat Oreos. And go to the beach. And have warm weather again. And I know I will see these people again--maybe not as soon as I would like to, because this summer I will change from being a broke exchange student to an even ( Read more... )

The weekend consisted of a surprise going away party and a cocktailabend. Lovely in a poignantly sad, tear-jerking kind of way.

Why do Germans think it's ok to make fat jokes?

I've had belly fat since I was 13, thank you very much--and I can't help it the bearer of bad jokes has the body of a wiry 9-year old.

Jordan, the love of your life thinks I'm pudgy. She told me yet again. Next time I will bring her um.

Taught my math class today about logarithms. I even used chalk.

And gloves. Can't forget that I'm still wearing gloves either.

And I will never ever ever get my abschiedsheft finished in time. Poop.

It's June. And I'm still wearing my winter coat.

Maybe there are some good things about going home.

Two weekends left. Fuck.

My Ambassador project (the whole essay ( Read more... )